It was as if waking from an illusory dream; the once prosperous and peaceful village now lay in ruins and desolation before Hu Ma's eyes.
All around, weeds grew rampant, houses collapsed, and skeletal remains littered the ground. Some were dried bone fragments, impaled on skeletal joints. Countless ghostly winds blew from every corner, weaving into a terrifying net.
Even those once real, full faces surrounding him quickly withered and receded, turning into hideous, decayed, eerie, and venomous visages. Their forms became shadowy, and with a gust of yin wind, they vanished without a trace.
"The things here are simply too fierce to obey any rules..."
Amid the gusting yin winds, Hu Ma sighed softly.
